Spark Of Love Novels & Stories

Third-person POV At that moment, Frank was sitting in his office, reviewing the investigation report his subordinates had sent him. The first report was a miscarriage report, which clearly stated that Darcy had suffered a miscarriage on the day of the fire. The cause of the miscarriage had also been determined through investigation and reviewing surveillance footage. Frank had shaken off Darcy's hand during the fire and hadn't heard her cries for help. The second report stated that Johanna had been deliberately spreading rumors to manipulate public opinion around this time.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

"You kept calling me over something this trivial? Was that really necessary? Do you know, because of you, I was a minute late lighting the birthday fireworks for Luna Whitmore? She cried because she was so upset!" I subconsciously held my lower abdomen. In that one minute—delayed because he ignored my calls—I had been enduring the pain of massive bleeding. Nevertheless, I didn’t hysterically argue or question him. I just spoke softly, "Sorry for interfering with your important matters." Then, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and his tone softened slightly. "As long as you’re not picking a fight." He pulled a half-burnt sparkler from his pocket and tossed it to me like a favor. "Luna i

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

His body slumped, his love a spark that burned through his pain, his every move a vow to stand by her. Bryan’s echo pulsed in her mind, a ghostly whisper, his voice heavy with love. “Jessica… you’re our truth.” His glow was gone, but his hope lingered, a faint spark that shielded her heart. “Bind it… but stay with us.” His presence flickered, disrupting Vynia’s threads, his sacrifice a wound that fueled her resolve, his love a vow that echoed in her soul.

this was lust at first sight. And there it was. The realization clicked, as though a lighbulb had been ignited in the depths of her noggin. The thought settling in her mind like a rock in a shallow stream. That was it. Stephie mentally nodded. That was all this was. Lust. He was drunk with lust, and he was trying to contaminate her as well. But Stephie wouldn't give in. He could make all the declarations he wanted. She was strong. He was a spoilt rich boy. She could withstand him.

'If he didn't, then he was really very strong! Celestine was whimpering. She folded her arms around herself. She had not wanted to let them pry Spark from her. zonly the assurance that the doctor wanted to help Spark made her loose her tight grip on him. She was staring into space. I though I no longer loved you, Spark, she thought. 'I was mistaken. I could never stop loving you, no matter how hard I fought it and all I told myself to make me hate you. Now I cannot tell you how much I love you and have missed you all these years. I am sorry?' she thought in anguish as the tears fell harder on her cheek, and slipped onto her folded arms which she kept moving as though rocking herself.

With his index finger, he pointed to a faded note in perfect cursive. 'A love such as this exists in the deepest confines of each. It takes a spark, a movement to awaken our souls to the passion that fervently burns, but burn it does not forever. After the spark has burned out, from the ashes, a new love rises, one that endures long after the spark is gone. One that is worth the fight and worth the wait. This is the love I hope, I seek, I breathe.'

"Your touch was a spark that lighted the fireworks in my heart Your smile was a current that gave me an electric shock. Now when your touch can't be felt and your smile can't be seen I look upon the starts and whisper with a smile Andro and Saph were a love story never meant to be. But the end is still to be seen when the destiny can never be predicted or foreseen." ...........................

Anonna's eyes widened, her excitement palpable. Layana's hand came up next. "Liquid copper is the main ingredient for a venussium, isn't it?" Elma nodded. Layana continued, "but one day, when I and my caste witches were snooping around we came across an ancient potions book. The instructions for the love potion said to melt in four millimeters of copper, which we did. And by then we thought it a good idea to give the potion to a man Faina fancied but I'm afraid it turned out all wrong, he became too obsessed." Layana ended.